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Threadmill

Running
past people
hearing peals of laughter
past sunsets
rays pasted on tree tops
on asphalt roads
to meandering pathways
in dark forests
running past brooks
dry river beds
homes of unknown clans
on a secluded field

and I'm back
in my room
needing to get up
but with no strength
to fight the lethargy
thus I close my eyes

and run.
Grace
Written by Grace (Idryad)
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Author's Note
A recent illness
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